When Family Breaks Apart Poem by Rajendra Prasad Meena Jaipur India

This is not made to sound sweet or fine,
This poem speaks when silence hurts the most;
When money makes our own blood cross the line,
And turns a home into a broken post.


A house once lived on trust, not locks or fear,
Where peace was strength, not weakness or escape;
But land and cash made known faces unclear,
And family bonds began to lose their shape.

When stones were raised and law refused to stand,
They chose to leave, not wrong, but calm and wise;
For self-respect weighs more than stolen land,
And peace can live where quiet courage lies.

What force can take, time slowly takes away;
What's built with truth will always find its stay.